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Introducing Saia…

I changed the spelling of my first character’s name from Saya to Saia. It’s still pronounced like Maya. Not sure why I changed it but I am not sure why I’m sharing something so raw either without editing or any idea where this story is going. As I said before I was writing a short story. Maybe. It could turn into something different. I am going to write it with ideas from whoever wants to offer some input.

My goal is simply to try something different. I don’t have writer’s block or anything. Thankfully that doesn’t generally happen to me. My head is full of ideas. This, for whatever reason, was one of them. So, if you want, shoot me a few ideas regarding the direction of the story or suggestions to make Saia more intriguing and amazing. If no one participates that’s fine. I am still going to write it this way. I am looking forward to the outcome. Blessings and happy writing.

 

Saia.

Saia was tall, slender, intelligent, and soft-spoken. Some would describe her as beautiful but they’d be lying. She was not ugly but she was definitely sexy. Not sure what it was about her but she was innocently sexy. It could have been her expensive clothes. They fit her as designed but weren’t too extravagant or revealing. She had a way of walking that made you notice her when she came into the room. It could have been her silence. She never drew attention to herself. It was almost as if she tried to live unnoticed.

 

It could possibly be her intelligence. She could calculate insane numeric problems in her head. Calculations that would rival what a computer could do seemed like child’s play to Saia. She would get slightly confused writing the problems down but never once when she looked toward the sky did she get the answer wrong. It was like magic.

 

Everyone would tell you that Saia was a good person and they’d be right. She didn’t gossip when others huddled at the water cooler. She ignored the whispers about her too. She seemed to walk unscathed by rumors. She wasn’t a superhero. She just seemed to exist in a world that she didn’t want to be a part of. She interacted because she didn’t have a choice. Saia went to work and home. She was honest to a fault, a perfectionist, and somewhat of a loner. She’s that one person who never swayed in her friendships. She didn’t call too many people a friend. In sum, Saia was good people.

 

Saia rolled into the driveway. The rocks crunched under her tires. She didn’t want to spend another night alone but she was out of options. Her family was not nearby. They lived in Maryland. It was a straight shot from North Carolina but it wasn’t a trip that she made often. Work didn’t easily allow that. Saia’s skills came in high demand at a cost.

 

Saia didn’t make it a habit of befriending people from work. Trust wasn’t something she did easily. She had been burned by so-called friends one time too many. At this point she tried to keep that from happening again. She did have Jack but he was her neighbor not a friend. He pushed his way into her life despite how many bricks she tossed in front of him. She built a ten-foot wall that he managed to bust through each time he saw her. She glanced into his driveway. His car was parked crooked. She shook her head. He had a driveway that he could put four cars in with room for maybe a fifth. Yet he always parked in the middle and his Jeep Wrangler was never straight. She chuckled at the sight of it.

 

Saia was extremely smart but one thing she didn’t understand was Jack. She couldn’t figure him out. He seemed to have a lot of friends but managed to make every effort to push his way into her quiet life. She felt at times like he made lots of effort to force himself on her. She didn’t want to spend time at his townhouse but found herself there often. Saia and Jack weren’t friends in her book, but she knew he considered her one if his best friends.

 

Saia planted her feet on the driveway. The sun was just starting to set. She looked at her townhouse. It was nice enough. It barely had a yard but what it had was fenced in. It needed some new paint. It was chipped in too many places and she hated the color green. She knew it needed a lot to become a home but it belonged to her. Saia had the ability to stand flatfooted on the highest realm of the American dream. Yet she chose a mediocre home in a decent neighborhood. Her salary afforded her to live an affluent life but Saia didn’t make that choice. She chose to own a home that mirrored her life. Her home needed some TLC. Looking in from the outside one could say the same about Saia. Yet she didn’t venture on a quest to find love. Saia simply existed.

 

She thought for a moment and realized, “What good is a home when you spend each night in it alone?” She shrugged her shoulders. With or without a love, it still belonged to her.

 

Before sadness over took her, she shivered. It wasn’t cold outside. It was balmy. Saia felt chilled. She felt like someone was watching her. Her eyes scanned the area. It was eerily still. She turned around slowly. She was alone. Saia was still unsettled. Something didn’t feel right but she didn’t plan on waiting to find out what it was. She quickly snatched her battered leather briefcase from the seat. Her dad gave it to her when she graduated from high school. His dad used it before him. She couldn’t get rid of it. He died a week after he gently placed the bag into her hand. It was a piece of him to her despite what it looked like.

 

Saia heard leaves crunch behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. Footsteps. Saia was too afraid to turn around. She tucked her bag under her armpit and darted toward the steps. Her keys jingled in her hand. She jammed her house key into the lock but her keys crashed to the ground. Saia took a deep breath. She could hear the steps close in on her. She snatched her keys off the ground and belted out a horrifying yell.

 

© 2017 by Stacey Pierce

 
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Posted by on March 15, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Inspiration…

There are so many things that I want to write about but until they come to fruition I can’t. I think that’s why I haven’t been blogging. I said I’d do better so here we go…

The summer flew by. School is back in session yet it feels like summer just started. I was at a park in Fort Mill, SC for the first time a few weeks ago. When we walked the trail around the lake I thought, “God I need to own a lake house.” I would park myself and my laptop near the edge of the water and write for hours. Instead of my dog curling at my feet in my home office he’d sleep next to me by the water.

I have always loved the ocean and lakes. I just never knew until recently how calming it was for me. I see a lake house in my future. I know that we can rent one but to be able to go there when I wanted would be amazing. I guess that’s something to jot down as one of my many goals.

My inspiration to write comes from many things, water included. I’m always amazed though when you’re having a general conversation with someone and it sparks a totally unrelated idea. It’s also funny when you’re barely listening to someone and part of that conversation ends up in your story. It makes me laugh out loud when that happens.

I think the key to receiving inspiration from every angle comes from opening your heart and mind. It allows you to look beyond the conversation or interaction. Sounds weird but I think it’s true…

Go off somewhere and be inspired. Happy writing and reading!!

 
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Posted by on September 16, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Keep writing…

I have been jotting down ideas and short stories for as long as I can remember. One of the greatest moments in my life was when I learn to read. I’ve always loved books and longed to share my own stories with readers. Since I have published two books, I have not stopped turning my ideas into stories. I write constantly. When I meet people I also remind them of the possibility that they might show up in one of my stories.

I get my inspiration from everything and everyone that I come into contact with. I can be standing in the backyard with the dog looking at the morning sky and get flooded with ideas. I think this began to happen once I made a commitment to become an author. Writers always joke that they hear voices. I now know that what they mean is that characters live inside of them and show up often forcing us to pay attention to them. That’s why I always have a pen and piece of paper or jot the idea down on my cell phone.

Writing to be published or simply to put your ideas on paper is an enjoyable thing to do. We won’t all be bestselling authors but we will be successful in bringing our dreams to life. Not everyone will like our stories and they may even leave unkind reviews. Do NOT let that stop you from writing. Follow your dreams and don’t allow negative people to discourage you. Sometimes there are helpful negative reviews but then there are harmful reviews. Remember this… the story is your baby. It’s your child and you brought it to life in the way you thought it should be told.

Keep writing and do NOT ever give up!

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on March 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Visiting Little Rock Central High School in April…

It seems like 2013 is flying by. I can’t believe we’re ten days into February already. It’s baffling. Whatever your dreams are remain focused before another year passes without you getting closer to them coming true.

I received a phone call last week from a college friend. She shared BrookLyn’s Journey with a teacher at Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas. A student borrowed it from this teacher later on that same day. She read the book before the end of the school day and enjoyed it.  As a result, the teacher asked if I would come and speak with the students.  Without hesitation, I agreed to travel to Little Rock in April.

I am completely humbled and honored that my book has been placed in the library at Little Rock Central High School. My goal from the very beginning has always been to be a support in the lives of all teens but especially LGBTQ teens. My visit will allow me to visit with a diverse group of teens. The purpose of my visit will be to discuss my writing journey but more so to encourage them to follow their dreams. To remind them that where they come from doesn’t determine where they’re going. Of course, it plays a role in their future but their parents’ successes or failures don’t necessarily determine the outcome of their lives.

When I began my writing journey my dream was to visit school and college campuses across the country.  This is the first school that I will be visiting. I am probably more excited than the students.  It’s because of the support of my friend that the book entered the hallways of Little Rock Central and for that I am truly grateful…

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Meet my newest character…Graye Moon.

BrookLyn’s Journey was free for three days. It climbed to #1 in its genre under free books on Amazon. That didn’t happen because of me. It happened because of YOU. I penned the story but without your support, it would have gone unnoticed in the Amazon bookstore. I want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for being kind enough to pause despite how busy their lives are and support my dreams.  It means the world to me.

While thanking you for embracing BrookLyn’s Journey I wanted to introduce you to my newest character Graye Moon. Here’s the blurb…

Warwick Valley High School junior, Graye Moon, strolled innocently through the hallways at school in the shadows of her older sister, Sylver, and had never been interested in dating. Her parents strictly enforced their no dating before eighteen rule discouraging her from seeking more than friendships. Graye was focused on hanging with her best friends, doing her homework, playing sports, and staying away from the pranks her sisters Sylver and Blu conjured up.

Out of nowhere a mesmerizing glimpse of her best friend, Mackenzie, sends a jolt of confusion and distraction dancing down her spine. The abrupt arrival of her feelings ignite anger and fear in Graye. Thoughts of Mackenzie begin invading every aspect of her life contradicting what she always assumed it would be. Noticing the changes in her behavior her sisters try bullying her into confessing the source of her distraction.

When Graye Moon’s body and ultimately her soul awaken, it changes every aspect of her normally uneventful quite life and her lifelong friendship with Mackenzie. Sent down a road she never expected to travel Graye fears she’ll come out on the losing end. Will Graye’s inability to ignore her feelings result in the loss of her best friend? Will she acquire peace as her life slightly changes course? Even if she doesn’t want to Graye will soon find out.

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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